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Basement

 

Basement

(álbum: The Fleur Print - 2021)


Speed and I crash
Life is crash course
Yeah, foot on the gas
Go where the gang go
I am the bad guy
They call me an asshole
I was a bad soul
Nobody had hope
'Cause I...

Come from the basement
Don't wanna talk
If the talk doesn't make sense
And I beat my cases
I don't want relations
It ain't ever make sense
Come from the basement
Don't wanna talk
If the talk doesn't make sense
Shawty give me facelift
I don't want relations
It ain't never make sense

Safe
I can do this all day
My spot can't take
My safe need a safe
Too fast, can't break up
Straight shot, no chaser
Stay sharp, no razor
On the clock like Flava
Transform like Frieza
I don't need new freezas
Winter time, I heat up
Street cred, no visas
Niggas ain't 'bout that life
Wasn't tryna be like Mike
I'm on Sunset like
And I speed red lights

Yeah, speed and I crash
Life is crash course
Yeah, foot on the gas
Go where the gang go
I am the bad guy
They call me the asshole
I was a bad soul
Nobody had hope ('Cause relax)

In that two seat, with my queen, whatchu mean
And she on fleek, we get fly, by any means
I got two twins, trick or treat, halloween
I need everything, 'cause I

Come from the basement
Don't wanna talk
If the talk doesn't make sense
And I beat my cases
I don't wanna relations
It ain't ever make sense
Come from the basement
Don't wanna talk
If the talk doesn't make sense
Shawty give me facelift
I don't want relations
It ain't never make sense

(Whatchu mean...
In that two seat, with my queen, whatchu mean
Whatchu mean...
And she on fleek, we get fly, any means
Come from the basement)

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